Cursing once more in a series of languages as Ginni reveals the killer's identity, Ace snarls "Repp! That little bastard!" He's about to continue when he hears Ginni trying to calm herself, and cuts himself off. "We'll find him, one way or another. But first, let us try and end the threat of your demonic side. Got any ideas on how to do that?"
adon blinks a few times. He opens his mouth to say something, but ends up not saying it, instead saying
"... Months?"
"Yeah. Not sure if you've ever met Michael Dacamara. But he has this power that lets him copy other people's powers. He did that flying disk thing when he copied my powers, but I've never been able to replicate it before. And I have tried and tried, let me tell you! It is not as easy as it looks! But I finally figured out the trick! You have to generate two force fields in opposite directions. I can make the disk go up or down depending on which force field I make stronger. This is so cool!"
"Speaking of cool, and also seriously disturbing," she said, her excitement about mastering the flying trick fading as she remembered the other thing that had happened in the SIM, "Exactly what was that you did back there? I was seriously worried for you!"
Gareth waved happily and smiled broadly despite how it hurt him.
"I didn't think you'd come! Thanks!"
"It's way better when friends come and wait with you," Chara said sagely, the expert on recovering from injuries. "So what happened?" she asked curiously, hopping onto a chair beside the bed. "It made a majorly awesome explosion, but I bet it hurt lots," she finished quickly, trying to temper her enthusiasm with sympathy.
adon blinks a few times. He opens his mouth to say something, but ends up not saying it, instead saying
"... Months?""Yeah. Not sure if you've ever met Michael Dacamara. But he has this power that lets him copy other people's powers. He did that flying disk thing when he copied my powers, but I've never been able to replicate it before. And I have tried and tried, let me tell you! It is not as easy as it looks! But I finally figured out the trick! You have to generate two force fields in opposite directions. I can make the disk go up or down depending on which force field I make stronger. This is so cool!"
"Speaking of cool, and also seriously disturbing," she said, her excitement about mastering the flying trick fading as she remembered the other thing that had happened in the SIM, "Exactly what was that you did back there? I was seriously worried for you!"
"... I see. months."
adon seems ligitamatly suprized, by that."... What? Oh. That's a trick of the honorable sir allone. Direct sacrifice of my wellbeing for power. The more I hurt, the stronger it makes me. Let me cleave through steel like nothing..."
he pauses, a moment, before softly mumbling.
"Kinda hurts more, now that I'm not fighting..."
The wound is, of course, gone, when the sim ended.
Cursing once more in a series of languages as Ginni reveals the killer's identity, Ace snarls "Repp! That little bastard!" He's about to continue when he hears Ginni trying to calm herself, and cuts himself off. "We'll find him, one way or another. But first, let us try and end the threat of your demonic side. Got any ideas on how to do that?"
"I don't know!" she said, tears rolling down her face. "It was already growing before this happened and I don't know how to stop it. I don't want to be a demon!" The entire landscape shifted and rolled as she said this. "But with him connected to my mind I can't even contain it. I want to cut the connection, but I don't know how. I don't want him here!"
"It's way better when friends come and wait with you," Chara said sagely, the expert on recovering from injuries. "So what happened?" she asked curiously, hopping onto a chair beside the bed. "It made a majorly awesome explosion, but I bet it hurt lots," she finished quickly, trying to temper her enthusiasm with sympathy.Gareth waved happily and smiled broadly despite how it hurt him.
"I didn't think you'd come! Thanks!"
Vis, upon seeing the still hurt Gareth, walks over near him.
"Sorry to interrupt, but... Do either of you have any issues with postive energy?"
adon blinks a few times. He opens his mouth to say something, but ends up not saying it, instead saying
"... Months?""Yeah. Not sure if you've ever met Michael Dacamara. But he has this power that lets him copy other people's powers. He did that flying disk thing when he copied my powers, but I've never been able to replicate it before. And I have tried and tried, let me tell you! It is not as easy as it looks! But I finally figured out the trick! You have to generate two force fields in opposite directions. I can make the disk go up or down depending on which force field I make stronger. This is so cool!"
"Speaking of cool, and also seriously disturbing," she said, her excitement about mastering the flying trick fading as she remembered the other thing that had happened in the SIM, "Exactly what was that you did back there? I was seriously worried for you!"
"... I see. months."
adon seems ligitamatly suprized, by that.
"... What? Oh. That's a trick of the honorable sir allone. Direct sacrifice of my wellbeing for power. The more I hurt, the stronger it makes me. Let me cleave through steel like nothing..."
he pauses, a moment, before softly mumbling.
"Kinda hurts more, now that I'm not fighting..."
The wound is, of course, gone, when the sim ended.
"Well, it definitely worked. But I'd suggest saving that for emergencies maybe. Especially if it hurts after using it in a SIM. The damage shouldn't have even been real. Maybe we should take you to the infirmary to get checked out, just to be sure," she said, concerned.
"It's way better when friends come and wait with you," Chara said sagely, the expert on recovering from injuries. "So what happened?" she asked curiously, hopping onto a chair beside the bed. "It made a majorly awesome explosion, but I bet it hurt lots," she finished quickly, trying to temper her enthusiasm with sympathy.Gareth waved happily and smiled broadly despite how it hurt him.
"I didn't think you'd come! Thanks!"
Vis, upon seeing the still hurt Gareth, walks over near him.
"Sorry to interrupt, but... Do either of you have any issues with postive energy?"
"Only if I'm already broken. Sometimes it makes me heal wrong, and then we have to start over and do it right with fire. But I'm fine now, so it shouldn't hurt me if you're planning to do something to make Gareth feel better."
"Well, it definitely worked. But I'd suggest saving that for emergencies maybe. Especially if it hurts after using it in a SIM. The damage shouldn't have even been real. Maybe we should take you to the infirmary to get checked out, just to be sure," she said, concerned.
adon shrugs.
"I donno. It might just be the fact that having Basucally no sleep for the past three days has made it a bit hard to tell things apart. Like, it's... Kinda lefover? Hard to explain..."he pauses, a moment.
"... Memories that are still all too vivid. Yes, that."
"I don;t know what happens. The magic just blows up sometimes." He explains. "And I don't have any issues with the healing energy. That's what positive is, right?"
"Do you think its possible for me to beat back your demon side myself? Or would trying to find a way to sever Repp's connection first be the better solution? I wonder if a protection from evil spell or its like would help force him out?" As he talks he takes her hand, and gives it a squeeze to let her know he's there for her, and that she's not alone any longer.
While the techie types started to work on their building, Andromeda stepped back. It wasn't that she couldn't help exactly. She could, but she wasn't as good at it as any of these guys, so might as well let the experts handle it. She figured she was mostly here to make sure that that Arthur kid didn't get distracted and blow up the planet accidentally. She pulled a datapad out of her pocket. Thank goodness for cargo pants. With extradimensional pockets, of course. She typed up a quick message and hit send.
** spoiler omitted **
That done she sat and watched for an hour or so as they worked and Tryko'Sam went back and forth, bringing in batches of parts as they finished being grown in the nanite tanks.
"Postive energy is usually thought of as "healing" magic, yes. Some people heal from negative energy, however, so I always keep a few harm spells prepared as well. Anyway."
Vis takes a silver holy symbol on a necklace out from under his shirt- it's covered in complex carvings, so small that they're basically unreadable. He closes his eyes, and raises it high, as a surge of white energy bathes everything in the room.
"Do you think its possible for me to beat back your demon side myself? Or would trying to find a way to sever Repp's connection first be the better solution? I wonder if a protection from evil spell or its like would help force him out?" As he talks he takes her hand, and gives it a squeeze to let her know he's there for her, and that she's not alone any longer.
"I think a protection from evil spell would just make it easier for him to resist my compulsions for a time," she said in a small voice. Talking to her calmly does seem to be helping. And as she calms down the red mist slows it's advance again. "And I'm afraid of him. I...I might be calling all that evil up subconsciously to try to protect myself. But I think that's backfiring. I could hurt him. Badly. But I'm not sure I'd still be me after if I did. I don't know what to do. But getting him out of my head needs to be the first thing."
"I think we need an expert here. Phaezeriel is probably our best bet. Taminia is supposed to go and get him, but I want to let her know who the killer is. However, I have no intention of leaving here until we've resolved this and you wake up." Ace says with conviction, squeezing her hand again to help reinforce his words.
::This is fey magic,:: Nala says, continuing to speak in monotone. The 'icicles' that house the memories are incredibly sharp and clear and crystalline. ::Ritual magic tapping into the source of creation itself, meant to protect. It was never supposed to be used this way.::
Phaezeriel draws closer to the base of the icicle, where it connects to Nala's minscape. Extending his senses, he tries to get a sense of the bonds between the memory and her mind. Would destroying the memory harm her? Is it possible to weaken its connection to her? How is the bond formed?
Rakki takes a dive into the wave pool, surfacing soon after and bobbing with the waves.
"Hah! This is awesome. Maybe some time we could go to the ocean in my... well, nevermind. I guess I don't have a skimmer any more... But we could... well no that's gone too..."
He pauses for a moment, looking into the rising and falling water around him.
"This... this is good too. I uh... I'm glad I met you guys."
"Same here, Rakki." he says with a cheerful grin.
"Postive energy is usually thought of as "healing" magic, yes. Some people heal from negative energy, however, so I always keep a few harm spells prepared as well. Anyway."
Vis takes a silver holy symbol on a necklace out from under his shirt- it's covered in complex carvings, so small that they're basically unreadable. He closes his eyes, and raises it high, as a surge of white energy bathes everything in the room.
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it's right at this moment grim walks in the door having been lost earlier "hey guys, gare-" he says crying out in pain
Jeran snorted. "Thanks, man. You always know how to make me feel better. Come on, let's go break the bad news to the newbies. I've got their list of call sign names right here, and I am absolutely sure they are not gonna like it. The boss has a twisted sense of humor."
"Oh, this should be fun." he heads in to the room, and takes an open seat.
"I think we need an expert here. Phaezeriel is probably our best bet. Taminia is supposed to go and get him, but I want to let her know who the killer is. However, I have no intention of leaving here until we've resolved this and you wake up." Ace says with conviction, squeezing her hand again to help reinforce his words.
She leans her head on his shoulder. "I appreciate the sentiment, Ace, but you have to go, don't you? To tell them who they're looking for. To get help. To get him out of my head once and for all."
"Okay, I think he's made contact. I'm going now," Tami said, heading for the door.
::This is fey magic,:: Nala says, continuing to speak in monotone. The 'icicles' that house the memories are incredibly sharp and clear and crystalline. ::Ritual magic tapping into the source of creation itself, meant to protect. It was never supposed to be used this way.::Phaezeriel draws closer to the base of the icicle, where it connects to Nala's minscape. Extending his senses, he tries to get a sense of the bonds between the memory and her mind. Would destroying the memory harm her? Is it possible to weaken its connection to her? How is the bond formed?
The memories themselves, while horrific, are ordinary enough. But they are encased in the diamond-like structure of the icicles. This appears to be how Nala's mind processes the structure of the ritual magic. If the structure of the magic can be deconstructed, then these memories will fade over time just like any others. It's the magic itself that keeps it current. The magic seems to be tied in to Nala herself, still drawing on bits of her life force long after the original effects of the spells were over, and looks as if it can continue to do so for all eternity. Removing the ritual magic may require temporarily stopping her heart.
Once everyone was seated around the conference table, Jeran walked to the front of the room. "Alright, everyone. Let's get started. First thing we need to talk about is call signs. This planet is protected by strong wards that make it impossible for an enemy to remember anything they learned here once they leave. But most of our work is done outside of those wards. Which means that any and all communications between us and between us and the planet can theoretically be intercepted. So to maintain security and not give our enemies any more information than we have to, we use call signs to refer to each other. Call signs are short, simple, and usually mildly insulting because the boss finds it amusing. My call sign is Fido. Mithros is Sunbeam. And now to give all of you your assigned call names. Ghalen Kiln, your call sign is Grunt," he said, dropping a folder labeled Grunt in front of Ghalen. "Fei, yours is Sparky," he continued placing a folder in front of Fei. "Which one of you is Alev Brenneke? Your call sign is Happy. Etain Pyralis? You call sign is Phoenix. Don't kill the messenger. If you don't like it argue with the boss. Good luck with that," he added dryly. "Elektra Kalama, your call sign is Spitfire. And Ardiente, your call sign is Scorch."
"Okay, now that everyone has their packets, are there any questions before we get started?"
Fei arches an eyebrow briefly as he picks up his folder, then opens it to analyze its contents.
At Jeran's prompt for questions, he looks back up.
"It is my understanding that we will be grouped into pairs for our duties. Is that still correct?"
He raises an amused eyebrow at the call sign and the dossier in front of him, but says nothing. He looks up in interest to what Fei just asked.
Covers his face to hide that he almost guffawed at some of the call signs, and realizes how much he lucked out...
SIM Mel Room
While the techie types started to work on their building, Andromeda stepped back. It wasn't that she couldn't help exactly. She could, but she wasn't as good at it as any of these guys, so might as well let the experts handle it. She figured she was mostly here to make sure that that Arthur kid didn't get distracted and blow up the planet accidentally. She pulled a datapad out of her pocket. Thank goodness for cargo pants. With extradimensional pockets, of course. She typed up a quick message and hit send.
** spoiler omitted **
That done she sat and watched for an hour or so as they worked and Tryko'Sam went back and forth, bringing in batches of parts as they finished being grown in the nanite tanks.
Tryko'Sam appears to not get tired in his go-fer efforts of grunt work. If he minded being manual labour, it didn't show either. It would be obvious, to any casual person watching him, that he was focused-- very focused.
At one point, though, having moved all the parts into the room o' lab rats, he leaned up against whatever was near Andromeda, glancing sideways towards her while she did the pocket thing and tablet.
"Those are some really whacked ...pants, girl. Wow." He blinked a few times, after peering in the direction of one of her thigh pockets, then back up towards her. A grin appearing afterwards. "So-- when can I get a glimpse of your magical creature side, mmm? Not sure I've actually seen the raw form up close." As always, his innate charm is evident without effort, which he isn't applying in any way.
Ace sighs "Sadly, I think you're right. However, I will come back to you as soon as I can. Before I leave, is there *anything* I can do to help keep you safe?"
Ace sighs "Sadly, I think you're right. However, I will come back to you as soon as I can. Before I leave, is there *anything* I can do to help keep you safe?"
She shook her head. "It's okay, Ace. You never exactly leave. Not anymore. Once a connection is made, it's permanent. You're just ...shifting your attention. You'll know if things get bad in here. I just have to focus on calm things. When I get upset it gives my demon side power."
SIM Mel Room
While the techie types started to work on their building, Andromeda stepped back. It wasn't that she couldn't help exactly. She could, but she wasn't as good at it as any of these guys, so might as well let the experts handle it. She figured she was mostly here to make sure that that Arthur kid didn't get distracted and blow up the planet accidentally. She pulled a datapad out of her pocket. Thank goodness for cargo pants. With extradimensional pockets, of course. She typed up a quick message and hit send.
** spoiler omitted **
That done she sat and watched for an hour or so as they worked and Tryko'Sam went back and forth, bringing in batches of parts as they finished being grown in the nanite tanks.
Tryko'Sam appears to not get tired in his go-fer efforts of grunt work. If he minded being manual labour, it didn't show either. It would be obvious, to any casual person watching him, that he was focused-- very focused.
At one point, though, having moved all the parts into the room o' lab rats, he leaned up against whatever was near Andromeda, glancing sideways towards her while she did the pocket thing and tablet.
"Those are some really whacked ...pants, girl. Wow." He blinked a few times, after peering in the direction of one of her thigh pockets, then back up towards her. A grin appearing afterwards. "So-- when can I get a glimpse of your magical creature side, mmm? Not sure I've actually seen the raw form up close." As always, his innate charm is evident without effort, which he isn't applying in any way.
She smiled. "Hey, totally beats carrying a purse. A girl can never have too many pockets," she joked.
"Basically as soon as this crew is done with their building thing. I'm pretty much just here as a consultant. You know, to make sure that they don't accidentally blow up this whole dimension.""No, Arthur, it does NOT need laser guided missile attachments. It's a bomb for crying out loud. Just let it do it's job," she called out as things were starting to get out of hand again.
"Anyways, once they're done with this, they have to go deploy it without me. I can't be anywhere near it when it gets sucked through. I've got too much void stuff on me. I'd get sucked in with it. But the opening is only going to be there for an instant, so I should be fine so long as I stay away from the immediate area. So once they go to take care of that...which should be soon. They've already finished their detector to find the spot, and the bomb is pretty much done as soon as Arthur can be convinced to stop fiddling with it. So once that happens, then I've got some free time," she finished.
Fei arches an eyebrow briefly as he picks up his folder, then opens it to analyze its contents.
At Jeran's prompt for questions, he looks back up.
"It is my understanding that we will be grouped into pairs for our duties. Is that still correct?"
"Yes, that's correct. We go out in patrols of two. Especially at the beginning you will each be rotated among the other pilots to gain experience. You need to be able to work with anyone. But once you gain some experience and we can see which personalities mesh best together, you'll be put into more permanent teams."
Vis facepalms.
"What was I just saying?"
SIM Mel Room
She smiled. "Hey, totally beats carrying a purse. A girl can never have too many pockets," she joked.
"Basically as soon as this crew is done with their building thing. I'm pretty much just here as a consultant. You know, to make sure that they don't accidentally blow up this whole dimension."
"No, Arthur, it does NOT need laser guided missile attachments. It's a bomb for crying out loud. Just let it do it's job," she called out as things were starting to get out of hand again.
"Anyways, once they're done with this, they have to go deploy it without me. I can't be anywhere near it when it gets sucked through. I've got too much void stuff on me. I'd get sucked in with it. But the opening is only going to be there for an instant, so I should be fine so long as I stay away from the immediate area. So once they go to take care of that...which should be soon. They've already finished their detector to find the spot, and the bomb is pretty much done as soon as Arthur can be convinced to stop fiddling with it. So once that happens, then I've got some free time," she finished.
Slight facial tics occur at her use of 'destructive' words; bomb, missiles, blowing up', but over all, nothing too blatant to make his thoughts stand out terribly loud.
"I'd love to have tons of pockets-- where'd you get those?" He looks her pants over some more, then back up to her face. "I mean-- until I lose my clothing and end up naked somewhere again after a bad fight. Seems to be a pattern, not sure how to resolve it." Glancing over at Arthur once, with a deadpan face, he then looks back again, "Maybe we can meet up later. You staff here, or student? I get the sense you're staff given how you speak."
He stops leaning against the thing he was leaning on, closes his eyes for a second and takes a deep breath while waiting to hear back, looking to calm himself internally.
"I don't think he heard you. He... just walked in." Gareth explains slowly as he sits up and checks out his healed injuries. "That was really fast though!"
The memories themselves, while horrific, are ordinary enough. But they are encased in the diamond-like structure of the icicles. This appears to be how Nala's mind processes the structure of the ritual magic. If the structure of the magic can be deconstructed, then these memories will fade over time just like any others. It's the magic itself that keeps it current. The magic seems to be tied in to Nala herself, still drawing on bits of her life force long after the original effects of the spells were over, and looks as if it can continue to do so for all eternity. Removing the ritual magic may require temporarily stopping her heart.
Satisfied with his inspection and understanding, Phaezeriel allows himself to settle back to the floor. He regards Nala sadly, and though he makes no mention of it, his thoughts are full of the compassion he feels for her, ::It seems that the ritual magic that keeps the memories fresh renews itself through a connection to your life-force. I can try several things. I can try to shatter the ritual magic encasing the memories, I can try to sever the links between the ritual and your life-force, or I can try to penetrate the ritual magic and erase the memories that are held inside. But first, let me ask this: have you ever died?::
SIM Mel Room
She smiled. "Hey, totally beats carrying a purse. A girl can never have too many pockets," she joked.
"Basically as soon as this crew is done with their building thing. I'm pretty much just here as a consultant. You know, to make sure that they don't accidentally blow up this whole dimension."
"No, Arthur, it does NOT need laser guided missile attachments. It's a bomb for crying out loud. Just let it do it's job," she called out as things were starting to get out of hand again.
"Anyways, once they're done with this, they have to go deploy it without me. I can't be anywhere near it when it gets sucked through. I've got too much void stuff on me. I'd get sucked in with it. But the opening is only going to be there for an instant, so I should be fine so long as I stay away from the immediate area. So once they go to take care of that...which should be soon. They've already finished their detector to find the spot, and the bomb is pretty much done as soon as Arthur can be convinced to stop fiddling with it. So once that happens, then I've got some free time," she finished.Slight facial tics occur at her use of 'destructive' words; bomb, missiles, blowing up', but over all, nothing too blatant to make his thoughts stand out terribly loud.
"I'd love to have tons of pockets-- where'd you get those?" He looks her pants over some more, then back up to her face. "I mean-- until I lose my clothing and end up naked somewhere again after a bad fight. Seems to be a pattern, not sure how to resolve it." Glancing over at Arthur once, with a deadpan face, he then looks back again, "Maybe we can meet up later. You staff here, or student? I get the sense you're staff given how you speak."
He stops leaning against the thing he was leaning on, closes his eyes for a second and takes a deep breath while waiting to hear back, looking to calm himself internally.
The statement that she seemed like staff got an uncomfortable laugh. "No, not staff. Just bossy. My parents are staff. My sister is too. My brother built a bunch of factories in town and is a very busy bee. My other brother is...figuring out what he wants to do with his life, I guess. More likely he already figured it out and he's just not telling the rest of us. That's how he rolls. So it's just the sister I barely know because she was adopted while I was dead and me still here as students. And I'm feeling....it's just rough, you know? Seeing how life went on without me. And I'm suddenly a year behind them. We share a birthday, but I'll never be the same age as them again." She took a deep breath. "Sorry. Didn't mean to dump that on you. Still processing some of this, I guess."
"Now the clothes problem I can help with. Or I can find someone who can, same difference. I enchanted the pants myself. Added in the extradimensional pockets. I can totally do that for you, but I think I might need some help with the extra-strong and/or self-healing aspect. I mean, theoretically it should be possible to weave a mending spell into the fabric, which would no doubt cut down on the embarrassment a ton," she said, barreling past the uncomfortable topic and moving to something that seemed to her like safer ground.
"I don't think he heard you. He... just walked in." Gareth explains slowly as he sits up and checks out his healed injuries. "That was really fast though!"
"Yay! You look lots better!" she said happily before running to the door and yelling, "Miss Trurow! Miss Trurow, we had an oopsie! Well, sort of an oopsie. It was good for Gareth and bad for Grim. He needs help now."
The memories themselves, while horrific, are ordinary enough. But they are encased in the diamond-like structure of the icicles. This appears to be how Nala's mind processes the structure of the ritual magic. If the structure of the magic can be deconstructed, then these memories will fade over time just like any others. It's the magic itself that keeps it current. The magic seems to be tied in to Nala herself, still drawing on bits of her life force long after the original effects of the spells were over, and looks as if it can continue to do so for all eternity. Removing the ritual magic may require temporarily stopping her heart.Satisfied with his inspection and understanding, Phaezeriel allows himself to settle back to the floor. He regards Nala sadly, and though he makes no mention of it, his thoughts are full of the compassion he feels for her, ::It seems that the ritual magic that keeps the memories fresh renews itself through a connection to your life-force. I can try several things. I can try to shatter the ritual magic encasing the memories, I can try to sever the links between the ritual and your life-force, or I can try to penetrate the ritual magic and erase the memories that are held inside. But first, let me ask this: have you ever died?::
::No, I've never died. I've come close any number of times, but never actually died. Why?::
Ace hugs his girlfriend again, gives her a kiss on the forehead and gets ready to depart "I love you Ginni and I'll be back for you as soon as possible" He then breaks the connection and returns to the real world, just in time to see Tami about to open the door.
"I know who the killer is" He says, stopping her from opening the door.
SIM Mel Room
The statement that she seemed like staff got an uncomfortable laugh. "No, not staff. Just bossy. My parents are staff. My sister is too. My brother built a bunch of factories in town and is a very busy bee. My other brother is...figuring out what he wants to do with his life, I guess. More likely he already figured it out and he's just not telling the rest of us. That's how he rolls. So it's just the sister I barely know because she was adopted while I was dead and me still here as students. And I'm feeling....it's just rough, you know? Seeing how life went on without me. And I'm suddenly a year behind them. We share a birthday, but I'll never be the same age as them again." She took a deep breath. "Sorry. Didn't mean to dump that on you. Still processing some of this, I guess."
"Now the clothes problem I can help with. Or I can find someone who can, same difference. I enchanted the pants myself. Added in the extradimensional pockets. I can totally do that for you, but I think I might need some help with the extra-strong and/or self-healing aspect. I mean, theoretically it should be possible to weave a mending spell into the fabric, which would no doubt cut down on the embarrassment a ton," she said, barreling past the uncomfortable topic and moving to something that seemed to her like safer ground.
"I guess, yer some kind of magic engineer? Magical seamstress? Enchanter-- that's the term, right? Artificer?" Someone's been doing some light reading.
Glancing down to his new pants, then back up again, he adds, "I'm happy to test self repairing clothing out. I can understand if they aren't disintegration proof, but, any improvement on the current state of things would be handy. I -- it's fuzzy, recall some furry humanoid making clothing, but, that's ..." he takes a moment and stares off in thought. "Gone. So yeah. Cool. It's mostly for everyone else. I really don't care -- I think -- if I'm commando-ing it without pants, or shirt, or whatever. Just natural after all." He shrugs.
Quietly he reflects on that saying, "Guess it'd be cool if I were covered in fur, but odd. I don't recall ever being furry." There's a shrug and he looks back at the room.
"So you're not a lab rat type, huh? Big brain stuff not sexy for you? Got plans for the future now that you're back in the flesh-- post ghost state?"
Vis pauses, before chanting a soft Chant, as his hand drips in dark energy.
"It won't... Really be neccicery, I think. I think I can fix this."
Vis offers grim the hand seeped in negative energy.
Ace hugs his girlfriend again, gives her a kiss on the forehead and gets ready to depart "I love you Ginni and I'll be back for you as soon as possible" He then breaks the connection and returns to the real world, just in time to see Tami about to open the door.
"I know who the killer is" He says, stopping her from opening the door.
Tami turns around, surprised. "Already? How? It's only been a few seconds....no, never mind. That's not important. Who is it? Who's been doing this?"
SIM Mel Room
The statement that she seemed like staff got an uncomfortable laugh. "No, not staff. Just bossy. My parents are staff. My sister is too. My brother built a bunch of factories in town and is a very busy bee. My other brother is...figuring out what he wants to do with his life, I guess. More likely he already figured it out and he's just not telling the rest of us. That's how he rolls. So it's just the sister I barely know because she was adopted while I was dead and me still here as students. And I'm feeling....it's just rough, you know? Seeing how life went on without me. And I'm suddenly a year behind them. We share a birthday, but I'll never be the same age as them again." She took a deep breath. "Sorry. Didn't mean to dump that on you. Still processing some of this, I guess."
"Now the clothes problem I can help with. Or I can find someone who can, same difference. I enchanted the pants myself. Added in the extradimensional pockets. I can totally do that for you, but I think I might need some help with the extra-strong and/or self-healing aspect. I mean, theoretically it should be possible to weave a mending spell into the fabric, which would no doubt cut down on the embarrassment a ton," she said, barreling past the uncomfortable topic and moving to something that seemed to her like safer ground.
"I guess, yer some kind of magic engineer? Magical seamstress? Enchanter-- that's the term, right? Artificer?" Someone's been doing some light reading.
Glancing down to his new pants, then back up again, he adds, "I'm happy to test self repairing clothing out. I can understand if they aren't disintegration proof, but, any improvement on the current state of things would be handy. I -- it's fuzzy, recall some furry humanoid making clothing, but, that's ..." he takes a moment and stares off in thought. "Gone. So yeah. Cool. It's mostly for everyone else. I really don't care -- I think -- if I'm commando-ing it without pants, or...
She laughed. "I'm not any of those things you said. Just a cleric with a hobby. And the ability to literally have all the time in the world to work when I need it. Mostly I use the time to make bullets," she pulls one out of her pocket, a crystal shell full of glowing blue liquid. "It holds a spell. It's not like a normal bullet that just damages stuff. You should see the looks I get the first time someone sees me shoot someone with a healing spell. Anyways, I go through an absurd amount of these. But sometimes I make other useful stuff too."
"As far as the tech stuff goes, I know my way around a lab. You can't grow up around my mom and not. I can build or repair things if I need to, but it doesn't make my heart sing the way it does for Mom or Jiminy. I don't really know what does. Before I was all about the studying. Straight A student, total overachiever, had the textbooks memorized. But now? I don't know. I'm just trying stuff out, you know? Trying to figure out what floats my boat.""And if you must prance around the school naked, don't let Miss Jones catch you. You'll get all kinds of detentions," she added, not able to stifle a giggle.
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Cursing once more in a series of languages as Ginni reveals the killer's identity, Ace snarls "Repp! That little bastard!" He's about to continue when he hears Ginni trying to calm herself, and cuts himself off. "We'll find him, one way or another. But first, let us try and end the threat of your demonic side. Got any ideas on how to do that?"
"Repparyn, that smooth talking, overly charismatic gnome that just sort of wandered into the school one day. I'm going to rend him limb from limb!" Ace practically growls, all the anger he had beaten down to help keep Ginni calm boiling to the surface. His eyes turn red, and his fingers grow claws as the rage wells up."Which reminds me, I need to let Michael know as well. He has some serious payback planned as well, for Kitty's murder."
"Yes, that's correct. We go out in patrols of two. Especially at the beginning you will each be rotated among the other pilots to gain experience. You need to be able to work with anyone. But once you gain some experience and we can see which personalities mesh best together, you'll be put into more permanent teams."Fei arches an eyebrow briefly as he picks up his folder, then opens it to analyze its contents.
At Jeran's prompt for questions, he looks back up.
"It is my understanding that we will be grouped into pairs for our duties. Is that still correct?"
Fei nods, laying his folder back down on the desk. He looks to his new fellows to see if there are any other questions before they begin the 'boring stuff', as Jeran had phrased it.
Tamrin is in the teachers' lounge pouring over staff evaluations when a soft alarm sounds off on his databracer. He checks the alert, then drops the papers into one of the many pockets of his duster.
He leaves the room and heads for his office...
::No, I've never died. I've come close any number of times, but never actually died. Why?::
::Normally, I would never even consider this, but it may be the easiest and least traumatic way. As I said, the ritual magic sustaining these memories is linked to your life-force. The ritual magic uses little bits of your life-force to sustain itself and keep these memories as fresh as the instant they were made.:: He pauses for a moment to let that sink in. ::I am not entirely sure if it would work, for it would depend on the Fey magic involved, but the logic is sound.::